10-08-2020, 05:43 PM
Soon after breaking the kiss Arun also started taking off his clothes. Deepak was standing somewhere behind me. I heard Ridhima asking him to take off his clothes too. My heart started beating hard. I did not turn around to see him. I did not dare to see him.
But holding my wrist, Ridhima pulled me and asked me to turn around. I saw by now Ridhima was stark naked. But Deepak was yet wearing his underwear. I was also just in panty with my breasts exposed to Deepak. I blushed as he smiled while looking at my sagging melons.
He took off his underwear in front of my eyes. In the meantime, Arun also took off all his clothes. He moved forward to me and drifted my panty down to my feet. Once again I don’t have any words to describe the sensation I was going through.
Standing stark naked with three others ready to get into group action. Certainly, by now sexually I was well charged. But my heart was still beating in a strange fear. My arousal and uneasiness enhanced when wrapping his arm around my waist. My husband brought me close to Deepak.
He came out saying, “Ye le. Tu meri car chala. Main teri car chalata hun.” (Take it. You drive my car. I will drive your car.)
Virtually I and Ridhima were nothing more than cars for our husbands. Soon both the males took each other’s cars and occupied different couches. Deepak was crazy about my big breasts. I knew this as I have seen him staring them countless times.
After kissing me for a minute he started sucking and squeezing them like a hungry animal. I was moaning and gasping. Just like me, Ridhima was also panting in the same pleasure. Deepak and I were on the 3-seater and a few feet away Ridhima and Arun were on a kind of divan.
Deepak was chewing my long and hard nipples. I saw Arun laid Ridhima on her back and buried his face into her thighs. Ridhima grunted in pleasure and smiled while looking at me. Seeing his wife getting sucked Deepak too asked me to lay down on my back.
Eventually, I too hissed in pleasure as Deepak folded my legs inwards. He started licking my wet fuck-hole while sitting on the floor. In a few more seconds, the room was filled with mine and Ridhima’s moans. Holding Arun’s head with her hands Ridhima was enjoying getting licked by my husband.
But I was yet not completely out of my uneasiness. I can’t say I was not enjoying. Wiggling his thick tongue in my fuckhole Deepak was licking me so good and deep. I could not bear that pleasure. But there was something which was holding me to express my enjoyment.
I could not throw this fact out that I am getting fucked by somebody other than my husband. But on the other couch, everything was going well. Ridhima was just not moaning in pleasure but she was asking Arun to suck her hard. Anyway, things moved further when Arun stopped sucking Ridhima.
Addressing Deepak, Arun told him that now he is going to fuck his wife. “Deepak, bus ab main chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Deepak replied saying the same, “Main bhi chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Eventually, both the males stopped sucking fuckholes and got up to plunge them.
Ridhima was on the divan on her back. For an instant, Arun rolled over her in the same posture. But the 3-seater couch on which I was laying was not that wide. Deepak asked me to get up and come to the bedroom. Seeing us going in the bedroom Arun and Ridhima also decided to get onto the same bed.
I don’t know if it was their excitement of that moment that after sucking our fuckholes they straight away thought about fucking. But as we all reached the bed they decided to get their cocks sucked. It was Arun who asked Ridhima to suck his cock.
Seeing his wife ready to suck my husband, Deepak too asked me to suck his cock. By now mentally I was more than ready to get fucked by him. But I was not willing to suck him. I denied doing that and Arun started requesting me to do it while hugging me and kissing me.
What to do? Finally suppressing my hesitation I agreed to suck Deepak. Soon both the males stood on their knees on the bed. I and Ridhima started sucking each other’s wedded cocks. “Oh, yes, Ridhima, Chus mera lund. Achhe se chus.”
But holding my wrist, Ridhima pulled me and asked me to turn around. I saw by now Ridhima was stark naked. But Deepak was yet wearing his underwear. I was also just in panty with my breasts exposed to Deepak. I blushed as he smiled while looking at my sagging melons.
He took off his underwear in front of my eyes. In the meantime, Arun also took off all his clothes. He moved forward to me and drifted my panty down to my feet. Once again I don’t have any words to describe the sensation I was going through.
Standing stark naked with three others ready to get into group action. Certainly, by now sexually I was well charged. But my heart was still beating in a strange fear. My arousal and uneasiness enhanced when wrapping his arm around my waist. My husband brought me close to Deepak.
He came out saying, “Ye le. Tu meri car chala. Main teri car chalata hun.” (Take it. You drive my car. I will drive your car.)
Virtually I and Ridhima were nothing more than cars for our husbands. Soon both the males took each other’s cars and occupied different couches. Deepak was crazy about my big breasts. I knew this as I have seen him staring them countless times.
After kissing me for a minute he started sucking and squeezing them like a hungry animal. I was moaning and gasping. Just like me, Ridhima was also panting in the same pleasure. Deepak and I were on the 3-seater and a few feet away Ridhima and Arun were on a kind of divan.
Deepak was chewing my long and hard nipples. I saw Arun laid Ridhima on her back and buried his face into her thighs. Ridhima grunted in pleasure and smiled while looking at me. Seeing his wife getting sucked Deepak too asked me to lay down on my back.
Eventually, I too hissed in pleasure as Deepak folded my legs inwards. He started licking my wet fuck-hole while sitting on the floor. In a few more seconds, the room was filled with mine and Ridhima’s moans. Holding Arun’s head with her hands Ridhima was enjoying getting licked by my husband.
But I was yet not completely out of my uneasiness. I can’t say I was not enjoying. Wiggling his thick tongue in my fuckhole Deepak was licking me so good and deep. I could not bear that pleasure. But there was something which was holding me to express my enjoyment.
I could not throw this fact out that I am getting fucked by somebody other than my husband. But on the other couch, everything was going well. Ridhima was just not moaning in pleasure but she was asking Arun to suck her hard. Anyway, things moved further when Arun stopped sucking Ridhima.
Addressing Deepak, Arun told him that now he is going to fuck his wife. “Deepak, bus ab main chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Deepak replied saying the same, “Main bhi chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Eventually, both the males stopped sucking fuckholes and got up to plunge them.
Ridhima was on the divan on her back. For an instant, Arun rolled over her in the same posture. But the 3-seater couch on which I was laying was not that wide. Deepak asked me to get up and come to the bedroom. Seeing us going in the bedroom Arun and Ridhima also decided to get onto the same bed.
I don’t know if it was their excitement of that moment that after sucking our fuckholes they straight away thought about fucking. But as we all reached the bed they decided to get their cocks sucked. It was Arun who asked Ridhima to suck his cock.
Seeing his wife ready to suck my husband, Deepak too asked me to suck his cock. By now mentally I was more than ready to get fucked by him. But I was not willing to suck him. I denied doing that and Arun started requesting me to do it while hugging me and kissing me.
What to do? Finally suppressing my hesitation I agreed to suck Deepak. Soon both the males stood on their knees on the bed. I and Ridhima started sucking each other’s wedded cocks. “Oh, yes, Ridhima, Chus mera lund. Achhe se chus.”
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